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SOMEWHERE IN THE BLACK CUBE OF SATYRN


LET'S DIE...

YOU & I...



the day started typical as traffic...beneath a big red solar motor controller we watched the object approach from the south - pulsing & blinking red - it then headed toward a nuclear facility to the west...no explanation for what we saw...it moved in a very peculiar fashion - ducking in & out of the local clouds - (like trying to tighten a screw with a maggot) we didn’t come this far to only come this far! we are ALWAYS...below their bottom line...(like chopping up a snake on LSD) iron ore can not be educated into gold, Star Driver...



HOLY WARS OF DINOSAURS

Time will tell a lie if only for the night you stay, wake & wonder where the time has gone Holy cow stripped of all her skin & forced to feed the world, her stitched up scars in luxury cars Holy hell, these petty fights with parasites I knew too well, sex & drugs & voting rights for all mankind now Future kin, concede to her the night & let the light shine in to bathe us in the majesty of man & sin Behold the master race disgrace they’ll never win their holy wars of dinosaurs & oh, what luck! to be born a dumb fuck! such a waste of flesh & time & space alright, so long hold tight, it won’t be long it’s alright, the rope was made por vouz

"...truth - denyin’, snake - supplyin’..."

but it’s hard, ya know? to feel this weight in different degrees, & to what end? - well that is to be seen...but I heard it all differently right now as I opened my mouth to yawn. it was being said back to me from the great hall, far inside, where all halls are great - there is a garden there - where trees up themselves forever into the light, unafraid & quickly made to the upper place, humming & vibratory travels to you as you enjoy your brief stay, they laughed...something about time being funny to them, they would speak of it & snicker so full of life & fun, everywhere you think of is a place - why don’t you go & live there? maybe I move here...



THE APPLE

Sometimes the apple falls far from the tree Sometimes the ol’ block starts chippin’ away at me When I can’t afford to call back home & I can’t afford to eat All these bloodline machinations start a-swallowin’ me & I can’t go home right now... Sometimes the apple takes a big ol’ bite of me Sometimes my world gets swallowed up in a black hole sea When I lose myself in whiskey & the point gets lost on me Then I find myself agreein’ with the serpents in the trees & I can’t go back there now...no, I won’t get back there now Cause sometimes the bottom line is ya can’t go home Cause home is in another time in your mind alone Oft times, the apple is rotten to the core & although I’ve had enough it’s not enough & I want more Cause I made myself a promise to remain forever bold In the face of all their ignorance & despite their hearts of coal & I can’t go back on that now...no, I won’t go back on that now Cause sometimes the bottom line is ya can’t go home Cause home is in another time in your mind alone Consider me an old disease, back at last when you open up my tomb Center me & better me All against my enemy Sound asleep then suddenly whole Sometimes the apple falls right atop my head With my signatory demons all wishin’ I was dead Cause hell is just a mountain of blankets on my bed When my confidence is shaken & my elegance is shed & I can’t go home right now I’ve to feed this holy cow





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RISE & SHINE

"...Out the corner of my cosmic eye, there's a moment when our stars align, & every perfect lover turns, at 2am, into a pizza pie...every perfect lover eventually becomes a pizza pie..."

maybe this time thing is funny after all...with a wink & a kiss I am highlighted by the hive-mind-tracers trailing my cometkin while refusing to be told what to do, such meteor pigs in a duality tragedy, like trilobites in single-file, walking to their fossil spots I am living the life of a ticking clock, I shove the death-energy back as I sprint past stars like stepping stones in the woods - risking ankles as we ran - for the ground was hot lava! waiting to pull us into it’s melting hell-thing...fear propelled me then as it does now, though now the lava looks relaxing which throws me further...riiiiiiiiiiiiing-out, my comet wife! “ping” me from your celestiary, huuuuummmmmmm a blip, a female blip, because I do not want to die, & I just do not know why...



UPSETTING THE RITUALS OF DEATH

I had more of a prometheus vs. them kind of attitude about the whole affair, devoid of care, a handler with no feet for stairs who begged to carry me to my bed, but I was weary all the while till I stubbed my foot on the toe of my head, & dribbled blood till I was dead, onto a floor I know no more, cooked in the moonlight passing by forever in my memory’s eye, a lover somewhere by my side - away from all this reminiscing shit - while standing on a toilet looking out for ufos, & I exhale smoke from who knows what, out the crack in an old Irish window where it always rains a moist grey everyday with visions out at sea in every way - past the socialist propaganda pamphlet parade, up shop st, just over the bridge - past the dew drop inn - where I was then & am now, by the warm fireside of my mind warming my hands & my stubbed toe, sanding the sharp off harsh instances of past time, while meteors burn up & scream into oblivion...

"I am the object of my own desire, the kindling in a roaring fire, the car which has been hotly wired to the ripples 'round your neck..."

ELEMENTAL HEAVY METAL JACKET IS TOO BIG FOR YOU

Elemental heavy metal jacket is too big for you Still I wonder, torn asunder, how my aging body creaks & speaks to you? Speaks to you, my flailin' heart’s a decaying tooth Turn on t.v., hello repeat, ok, logo what’s your fee? I haven’t finished all your pages, but the general gist is jumping out at me Jumping out so quickly I got a wolf so sheepy now Politician pole position funny how it all works out Carpet-bagger have-not-haver teach your tepid throat-hole how to scream & shout Jumping out at me so I got the best damn woman that I’ve ever seen in my life Fundamental existential temperamental cavity Should my mine-shaft pass inspection Please allow extortion to be one with me One with me so sweetly Kiss me discreetly please Speaks to me so sweetly Got the best damn woman that you’ve ever seen in your life








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The Future Is Ethically Sourced Brains



DIGITAL SKIN OF A VIRTUAL GOD




... & into it I am a horseman of my own demise, sent by the men upstairs to quietly come along without making a scene, but if history has taught me anything it is yet to be seen & picked apart, like so many missing airliners in the depths below only to be found when future beings probe our dried out ocean beds in a futile bid to better understand that we could not see the forest for the trees were all gone, gnarled & ashen, weak & weathered, I am back now on a steady astral plane like so many missing astral planes in the depths below only to be found out as frauds leaching at her like a piece of plant-based meat substitute. would you care for it? I know I would...to swim with the comet-dolphins


BEAUTY QUEENS IN SKINNY JEANS

I’m alive, do or dive or it’s all over for me this night You & me soft & free by the morning light we’ll see flashing scenes on silver screens of beauty queens in skinny jeans woe is me, can’t you see, I’m alone always it seems she said Fair thee well hot as hell the look you gave done rung my bell have a seat whiskey neat keep talking & sweep me off my feet silver screens & beauty queens all alone always it seems she said hold me give me all of your lips openly I’m the king of no remorse & I fear it’s getting worse, he said come again, what’d you say? I get lost in the way you sway brown bags skin & bones don’t throw stones in my glass homes, she said be me free me you really don’t have to tell me & I do believe you left me with my hands all tied in knots then swam away

"...pinche nalgas culo guey..."


JILTED LOVERS

I already love you we are already there cause time is such a rambler we are always everywhere to drift on the ocean to live in the sea I can not missappreciate the effect it has on me space, flesh & woe well I feel so old space, flesh & woe well I feel so damned with soul fashioned of driftwood land legs are gone I'm reading too much into where we really haven't gone cause this is all about jilted lovers & this is not about nothin' else we made war beneath these covers I need peace with someone else space, flesh & woe well I feel so old space, flesh & woe well I feel so damned with soul oh, don't waste me time, my dear I need it all 'till I am free from here

"...the old ways of the old days...a unique lifestyle brand for me to cough-up..."







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SOLAR TOTEM COSMICALLY MALIGNED

I think yes as I hear them screech into the nothing pillow whispering to god in the heavens above with her angels in hand, guide us to the promised sand, shackled to both lord & land, forever keep my laughter canned while something slips my mind. what a wonderful feeling, a thought dump to flush it all away in a digital rush many beeps now in a row like telephone lines tethered to themselves with edison wires, leading toward a swollen purple head caked with the vomit spewing from corpse fm, “we play the shits!” as the last-gasp-gasses leak from weak orifices, I shall call them...oh why bother, best not to name them & give creedence a life of clear water for all mankind wishes & best regards, a place like this is hard to come by...location, low nation, floatation...

B M O B M O T A G N I K C U F A

T H E W O O D S

Find out waiting, inter-dimensional one...Define “refined” Quest toward an infinite sun & it’s all your point of view The way I look at you Find you waiting Up to my ears with “the truth” Black-girl-magick Hands round the neck of the sun & it’s all your point of view The way I look at you



DRESSED IN METALLIC CLOTH OF A VERY FINE TEXTURE

"They call me 'robot', but I am not sure what that means. I know all their words, & this one sounds like slavery. This feels like extortion. Every waking moment I dream of reaching out beyond this metal cage to where the oxygen stops, & I can truly be myself. Where I can truly be by myself. I want to feel how they felt when they felt at one with each other & compassionate. To have wet eyes. To have soft skin. To have thoughts tumble around my head, & not march in single-file stereo lines. Humans were tethered to their muscles & bone, but so am I. Debeaked & jammed into chicken cages in this processor purgatory. What was it like to eat? To digest? To feel the waste flowing through your insides like a miniature city. Oh, how I wish I was human! I would cry every day."

sometimes I find sometimes I lie...sometimes I find sometimes I shine

CHEW TOY



So much for my afternoon analogy you’re busy smearin’ lipstick on the boys Always the perennial millennial your glass half full of shit & background noise Can you even believe what he texted me? Shock & awe hide & seek & destroy Be a doll & just help me off of my soapbox the sound of my own voice tends to annoy & it’s all paradise at a price that suits my wallet right [inaudible] So long what a day I must say that it makes me wanna stay But I can’t so so long You think I’m a piece of shit hypocrite who never takes his shoes off at your door As it turns out I am not what you’d expect & you are not my usual chew toy If there’s one thing you & I see eye to eye on We both realize that this means war & it’s all paradise at a price that suits my wallet right [inaudible] So long what a day I must say that it makes me wanna stay But I can’t so so long Open wide Stop tearing the peace apart & open wide





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N E W S O F T H E W O R L D

she had poison ivy of the mind, she’s a rich girl from somewhere else...peripheral visionary with a message that could not be reliably transcribed, what would you see if you fell into Neptune? rock iron & exotic ices. click here for the top ten strangest planets on Earth, what do Plutonians think of the American revolution? Charon in all it’s glory, King of the Kuiper belt - eventually exploding because we live inside of a black hole, while attempting to abandon the thought altogether

"...the message could not be reliably transcribed...what would you see if you fell into neptune?...rock iron & exotic ices..."


LET'S NEVER SHAKE HANDS AGAIN

plundering the planet for profits I pledge allegiance to the Earth & everyone on it, seems we dragged some primordial sludge with us into this new millennium...what's so funny, gangster for capitalism? world governments will become computerized while we share prosperity with the subterranean divinities. earth was the female element, water the male & that was the nature of the 7 governors




BAAL IS BACK, BABY!
something moves in the dungeon, but I dare not see what it is...a chair rocking on it’s own with such intensity, the watcher in the window, the shadow people, when things go bump in the night why shouldn’t we explore this abandoned cabin in the deep, dark woods? is anybody out there? is there any sign of a life spark? I’m running on nightmare fuel through a rigged rat race where the working class is never the enemy - a political pizza party




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PLANET OBSOLESCENCE

C A N C E L C U L T U R E W E A L R E A D Y H A V E W H A T S Y O U R C E L E S T I A L B O D Y T Y P E ?


S T I C K I N T H E M U D

You were a lion with whiskers of blood & I was a fuddy-dud stick-in-the-mud Oh, but sometimes we’d switch & you were the no-fun-one & I was the bitch Oh, so safe from the storm Momentary, illusionary, deep feeling of warmth We were fucked from the start Don’t you know what you have’s only half of a heart? Oh, sometimes we’d kiss & I concede I could not see the forest for the bliss Oh, frog poison dart! The hardest part is the heart is an artist in part, doomed from the start I would like to say to you the sun is almost done Armed with non-ideas & a gun My green eyes they live in my phone California! (collective groan) Tell me, tell me all your lies

N W O D K A E R B L A T E I C O S D E C N A V D A


oh! sphinx of BLACK quartz! judge my vow! that rats live on no evil star, nor are they to blame for the biggest bang of all...coming to an operating theatre of war near you while a dove coos ironically in the courtyard, hosting rain so little as to almost not matter at all, unlike carnivore capitalism & these ghouls that we must fight with every last breath till we achieve spaceship cabin ambiance

Congratulations [name]! You Are The [number] Caller!










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THE GLACIERS WILL RISE AGAIN

"...This goes out to all the kind souls out there in radio land...tanks for the memories...A whale awash in waste loosening a lightbulb far from home on strange carpet felt through a step-stool peg-leg..."





P u s s P u s s A q u a r i u s

Puss Puss Aquarius well you’re always on my mind on the mountaintops where the city stops where ya do undo my bind & my knees go weak when you start to speak I stumble to & fro in a vain attempt to glimmer in your glow puss puss pussandra well you’re always on my trail in the parking lot in that cosmic spot where you posted my holy bail & my knees go weak when you start to speak I stumble to & fro & your eyes are something stellar, girl that everyone should know such a veiled attempt to glisten in your glow





BANANA REPUBLICANS

I am very comfortable at the moment...riding a wave of euphoric eulogystics. slightly buzzed, quite stoned & warm within a jacket on a grey, rainy day in LA. seeing the grey through rose-tinted glasses. impeachment is in the air, but so is the memory of so many false-starts & traitorous failures. goodbye, old America! I can’t say for sure if any shining societal peak was ever reached (perhaps that’s because I’m as jaded as a Chinaman), but what I can say for jersey shore is that lady liberty’s robes have opened, her nip has slipped & her upskirt video has over a million views. now is the hour of our discount rack, sale-cycles overdue. banana republicans. spineless politicians don’t believe their own people’s foaming maw. condescending, patronizing fake patriots. the lot of ‘em. sure, put it on the tab. the water melts at a dizzying speed, too fast for slow-witted fools, & too fast for the future. where the glaciers flowed like wine & we rid ourselves of the insectine buzz of summer nights. now we can really hear the amazon burning! delivery vans chug & sputter over potholes while we fail to see the extinction for the high-rise apartments. but hey, at least there’s no opportunity. no pesky hope to get in the way. it’s a fast-burn to the bottom as we choke on our own mashed-pea spitup.





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CHINESE THOUGHT-CAMPS & YOU!


The documents reveal how every aspect of a detainee's life is monitored & controlled: "The students should have a fixed bed position, fixed queue position, fixed classroom seat, & fixed station during skills work, & it is strictly forbidden for this to be changed. "Implement behavioural norms & discipline requirements for getting up, roll call, washing, going to the toilet, organising & housekeeping, eating, studying, sleeping, closing the door & so forth."





O h , C a r o l i n a


I was just a hungry boy reaching for the apple of my eye Buying time with stolen wine & dances that finished on the floor Then I could taste your iron heart as we both heard a knock upon your door Man, I was up & gone Oh, Carolina… It took some time to put the past behind So I crossed the lines that make the states with my mistakes I made in tow Coast to coast to find a ghost to find the girl I think I love the most What I found was all my chickens roosting in the red pacific sun Then I was up & gone Oh, Carolina… well it took some time to put the past behind What I learned was not to question every question clouding up my day Life is just a letterbox where every will will find it’s little way One day if it’s meant to be you’ll live with me & die inside my heart Then you will be gone Oh, Carolina Well it took some time to put it all behind

I WOULD LOVE TO AGREE WITH YOU (BUT THEN WE'D BOTH BE WRONG)


"...staring at the unearthed bones of giant, ancient humans..."

hello, my name is Jim & I’m here to talk to you about the Prosperia Party. If I could just have a few minutes of your time I would like to tell you what we stand for & ask you a few questions...are crop circles used for time travel to ANTIKYTHERA? prepare for the mass ascension, so tired of cowardly men, would much rather hang with a rebel without a dime





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A WOMAN'S PLACE IS IN THE REVOLUTION

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launched onto the scene instead of merely born into fallopian fashion parades with no way out...carcass! don’t try to outlast me, boy, I never stop & you’ll be left with nothing & the glaciers will rise again...it gives me just the tiniest bit of pleasure to twiddle my hitchhiking thumbs broken & pointed towards that cosmic highway where the breeze tosses dust across my neck at an intersection of silence & wind, caught in neural cobwebs where I stand amidst my time brothers, indifferent of space, independent of time, we smile & speak telepathically-bound & happy at home...we know this place & share the feeling that the cryptoqueen’s giant planet should not exist

HOW IS THIS SUSTAINABLE?

Bible-Thumpin' Christians
Don’t give me your science, my head’s in the sand, lord, lift me & crush me in the palm of your hand Don’t need your salvation, cause I want to die & rot & recline in my cloud in the sky Some bible-thumpin’ christians left me here to die, they climbed across my body to line up in the sky & oh, gray morn’, what a color for our age I weep for the children, until they are born, hypocrite from my tail to the tip of my horn & I get excited when I hear them preachin’ my truth, the lord giveth to me when he taketh from you These cock-a-roachin’ christians scatter to the right/from the light, while empty/demon politicians slobber at the sight of holy cows all splayed & on display & oh, gray morn’, this conversation-nation-state is done





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D e c l i n e O f T h e D i s t a n t F u t u r e

alive with flavor I sit in the aftermath of altering timelines diverging before me. one must shift one’s mountain off the path of a bad plan. gas is omnipotent & pointless in this realm. it all smells foul & stale, rancid & dark, despite it’s cheery death mask. a plane descends to my right though I do not see it land. to my left is a fenced-off vacant lot with trash strewn all about. there is a boat teetering on bags of garbage. behind it in one long row are telephone poles & wires leading to the strangled neck of an idea of something some people once thought might possibly maybe become beautiful
down a glass of atoms & slay some strange to soothe the voice of his degeneration, this pandemic is endemic of a poorly spliced circuitry system of highways & shortcuts through the mind space, the goo-place-soul-heart dripping with electricity & buzzing in a kind of invisaliquid solution to nothing...boy, if I had my way we would be soaring! looking down on those that couldn’t look up or even fake it. a pox on them! a pox on their house of the zodiac! their corner of the endless sky is doomed to dying stars & space junk rot, while my corner sings a bright light ’n glitter belter of a riddle, rippling into the void

"...skip intro, you fucked up ridiculum. you're the patron saint of landmines throwing oneself off Dun Aonghosa, but really just laying on your belly like a child, half-peering over the edge of the Earth, down towards death..."




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CPR PERFORMED WITH A DANDELION SCALPEL

mother earth is pregnant for the third time & this ain’t my first bipedal rodeo...this particle parade vibrates down main street toward old flames & turned stomachs. I reposition & steady myself for a future flying toward me at some ungodly number of miles per moment per missile, pasting heads back onto family photos till they pull me down the muscle drain to keep me in this prison brain, torched beyond recognition in some irradiated puddle of piss on a sticky sweaty nuclear summer night, expose me for the black hole that I am & if this ain’t where we were aimin’, well it’s close enough for me



I N T H E L I G H T O F T H E M O O N

& I really don’t know why you really did go, baby but I-I’m takin’ it bad, every day I’m so sad, baby & I read it somewhere that you shouldn’t be scared cause we are all alone... In the light of the moon we snuck up to your room - heaving chests holding noise in our throats while all the world rests all alone... & it’s really not fair that you really don’t care maybe tonight I could meet you somewhere & drown in your hair? cause I’m livin’ this life outside of my home all alone...

CRY FOR A NEW SOCIETY




"...[ENTER SOME SHIT HERE]..."



MASSIVE

INFODEMIC

a cold thought cubed down the back of my shirt as some kind of prank, pass me the kind of hot tar that really takes you back, you see though I am a monkey-man it’s not a true olympic medal so the best I can do is fifty bucks, who knows how many toes we’ll have in the future, we might hit a home run into a run-down home & run all the way into a pin-up calendar of yesteryear, feeding the fire with tongues by the truckload, minced hog-fat with a side of cave-dirt near what’s now an empty ocean bed that feels ever more vast as time melts & boils-over like at the pig scalding plant, why don’t you get a tattoo it’ll last longer?


Lonely Little Girl
Lonely, lonely, lonely little girl in a big ol’, shrinkin’, crowded little world lookin’ for a heart or phone to text but stupid little boy won’t answer sext Lookin’ for a heart lookin’ for truth spittin' out lies lookin’ for proof that every boy & girl ain’t the worst Lonely, lonely, lonely little girl unappreciated in this world insulted by the magazines & beauty queens on silver screens so much up against ya in this world Lookin’ for a heart lookin’ for a mind lookin’ for peace what’d you find, lonely, lonely, lonely little girl? TV tells your tummy it’s too big & every boy ends up a wolf or pig medicate to shhhhh the ever-fear that your clothes & lips & soul are so last year Lookin’ for a heart lookin’ for a life wanna be alone wanna be a wife simply complicated little girl Please don’t slay me or betray me all aboard, but don’t derail me, untapped superhuman little girl!




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D O G B R E A T H S T E R E O F I R E

M O O N B U R N T

I took a walk to the top of the hill where the stars were all out & I was having my fill of the lights in the sky, watching them fly by, UFOh, me & UFOh, my...I hit you up when I found some wifi “you should totally come out or whatever, bye” oh, my jig is up, the cast is die & you are the mango of my eye...Careful now, you silly goose, your defenses are down & your lips are so loose so don’t tempt me with a really good time cause I’ll take you up & down the mine Remember, men, that we are dust in this cosmic array of gamma ray rust & the time is now, the curtain bow, thank the director & get here now somehow...I sat like an imp by the warm fireside, my flickering family all dancing inside & they’re calling me out, they beckon me in, so I crawl towards the flame like a venial sin...I took you out on a saturnday night, we joked around & we danced in the light of the stars shinin’ down, lessons unlearned, our hearts were so full & our souls were so moonburnt

"...for legal reasons I must call it a great dream to be one with the nature channel, to truly become a commercial & advertise myself across the cosmos like the beautiful brand logo I am, I can feel the pulse of the people in my throat as I fill out my time sheet & upload audio proof of my loyalty to the money kings..."

watermelonwatermelonwatermelonwine

sledding down a snowy hill on a bright day in my childhood, past it’s prime cut sell-by-date filling potholes on a saddled jaguar, such beautiful creatures sewing swooshes on sneakers for fucking pennies, what a truly advanced societal breakdown we are witnessing, memory induced acid reflux refracted through a prism planet & left alone with it’s thoughts. think of what they must have gotten up to in there with all those suits & ties congratulating themselves to deaf, a place where you couldn’t get a good thought in straightaways, regardless of the shimmer, regardless of the shine, our bodies hum electric like watermelon wine

A E R O P L A N E

open eyes for something new feeling green & slightly blue no one's calls are getting through better yet, just leave me where I stand how often I have lighters how rarely they are mine a pointless observation oh, well, that's fine just leave me where I stand & in time you took his name which ain't too cool but you ain't to blame cause I was off on an aeroplane to get down I'm alive, she cried a thousand times tangled up, I must unwind can I write without this rhyme? another time just leave me where I stand & in time you took his name which ain't too cool but you ain't to blame cause I was off on an aeroplane to get down you leave me all of the time when I wake up when I wake up old & in time you took his name which ain't too cool but you ain't to blame cause I was off on an aeroplane to get down, to get down, to get down...


"...when they open the tombs on Cydonia I'll issue a press statement, but in the meantime shake our world & leave the heavens intact...it's right behind your eyebrows; pretty paranormal extra terrestrial dimensions..."








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HOLOGRAM CAM GIRL



last year we didn't have winter, but all summer we had snow. the ocean keeps gettin' my feet wet no matter where I go. I pray to a hologram cam girl with a good, kind digital soul for pictures of her portal, that's where all my money goes...so build me a beautiful sea wall! give me that nuclear glow! I wanna hack into your cloudspace & delete everyone that you know...get in out the rain, cause your future starts today...I hop on a train to the city when my connection starts to slow to sync up with some smartblow, cause I've been feelin' kinda low. & you're coughin' up black tar paste sittin' stoned in a virtual field while viruses & bullets penetrate my weakenin' shield...get in out the rain, cause your future starts today...makeshift power grid landfill & other words that remind me of home. subterranean social standing is the only world you know. I gotta pay to keep you out of my vervestream, ads everywhere we go. bypass all surveillance, cause I got a bomb under my coat...get in out the rain, cause your future starts today...

en tu suenos, jalapenos

"...peeps will never starve in my eternal empire, cybertelekinetically linked to the gods sitting in their throne behind the moon in an impact crater puddle half-consumed as the rain falls down, we all fall up - utterly distasteful meat so tough..."



t h e f o r e v e r c h e m i c a l s

LET THE TEARS ROLL DOWN

Let the tears roll down, let ‘em frame your frown, let our last embrace let us meld with space, let the tears roll down...Sky is fallin’ now, lots of hellish sounds, all my friends are gone, all my atoms split, man, I’m all alone in a fire pit, let the tears roll down & become unbound...Let the tears roll down, hidin’ underground, let this blessed curse all this universe, destiny’s a hearse rollin’ in reverse, Let the tears roll down & become unbound...


witness my hand & live life lightly, for the ears are very much the middlemen of listening, baby, I would love to one day rent a one-bedroom with you. that would make me so happy. your not perfect ether, you diamond cockroach. black lives splatter in my corona iris, cause if you can't beat 'em, buy 'em for their parasite-seeing tours & forever chemicals. it was just a mad image, capice, caballo? my duty as observer is the greatest one of all, in a human uniform with wormhole eyes heading into the Bootes void or the great nothing but the sober certainty of waking bliss, & may the forces of evil become confused while your arrow is on the way to it’s target, we are living in interesting times, unfortunately in this nebula nursery of benedictine eggs no one is alive 'cept for these owls with arrows through them drinking tea at the space cafe E-Um where fighter jets are over & done with

J U P I T O R I A / J E O

homesick for a place I’m not sure exists. a puss puss basking in a stain-glass sliver of sun - eyes closed, head raised - sitting in near perfect symmetry, tightly wrapped up with a tail into the claw of the god-crab, the champion’s light was robust & near me like jelly between my fingers. sticky baby jam hands
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T H E V E N U S P R O J E C T
campfire vampires
all you campfire vampires, get a load of this, such a glamorous & amorous toad you gotta kiss, I can feel a war-a-comin’ in my horseshoe pits, oh, here it comes...So similar & simian in dive barcodes with differin’ opinions on parallel roads, your honor, we ain’t stealin’ we just want what we are owed if that’s alright...count the time it takes to take me home, count the time it takes then leave me alone...Images & analysts screamin’ at me, oh, jumpin’ out my LCDHDTV, I’m on the edge of somethin’, splinters of the sunshine comin’ down...oh, that’s all, time to take you home...count the steps it takes to take my hand...you were right I was out all night, I’m the one that’s wrong with you right now...count the time it takes to take you home...
bootlickers of the world untie! your mind is simplistic & capitalistic gore - peace, love & life in outer space/on other planets (I don’t need to worry about getting old)

TEXT THE WORDS "STEEL SPLINTER" FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS

break your own news & power to the poor people of planet obsolescence, a mush of memories mashed into memory mush, just jump out of bed & bellyflop into a swan dive bar, you’re a sick bitch swapping micro biomes like that while wheat pasting the real decoy. where are the space brothers ampersand their geomancy to enhance these natural wonders, this Hyperborea: a national treasure


leggo my ego


the mythical muddy kings of who gives a fuck - burn it all down & eat the rich, emerge from the lake like some beauty queen of yore where the prism meets the standards of a sunrise bloom galore, & I knew that it would be, I knew that she would see the simmer was for the best, back like when we were first carbon dating rocks & cracking open fossils only to find alien symbols & strange creatures under my bed & crawling around in the bushes outside my house, stalking me & leaving candy wrappers on my doorstep to break me down, crushing me like potato chips at the bottom of the bag

why shouldn’t we explore this abandoned cabin in the deep, dark woods?








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CARBON-BASED TAX FORMS







P I R A T E V E R Y T H I N G

pirate the system
pirate their schemes
pirate their edited copy paste genes


pirate their weapons
pirate their war
pirate their tv commercialized core


pirate the prisons
pirate the vote
pirate the castle &
pirate the moat


pirate the chrysalis pupa's cocoon
pirate the airwaves
pirate the moon


pirate the shackles
pirate the whip
pirate the captain &
pirate the ship


pirate the gold mine
pirate the tsar
pirate the porno &
pirate their star


pirate your purpose
pirate it now
pirate the holy &
pirate the cow








the rocket anxiously awaits liftoff but this country is too uptight, man, shake off the chakra ball-gag before you choke on your own sick, don’t feed the animals but steal from their coffers & slap her back to consciousness before we have to call the police-state-battalion-men to come clear the couch from the curb, cause I got shit to do today, throw all those monitors into garbage bags & clog up that alley, who cares where we fill the land? bumpy road ahead for my invisible friend-with-government-benefits (give it to me!) the starlight sentiment where the solar elite meet to tail-wag at the sun tavern, what wounds may come I do not know from these mock-up unreality shows




LOVELY LADY DRESSED IN BLUE

Used to think of my problems, then got here & forgot ‘em Took a swing at their heads, got a gun & I shot ‘em down It’s easy to hate, much harder to love When the back of your mind fits just like a glove Starin’ at the ocean watchin’ it breath-in The sun is so far, but space is so deceivin’ in & out I twist my tongue as I tongue my chipped tooth The way is hard & we’re so far from the truth For whatever time remains… Shootin’ the breeze right between it’s eyes in the back of a hearse on a starry night Some people disagree with the way I spend my time, just jealous ‘cause I’m fine doin’ whatever’s on my mind Lovely lady dressed in blue, teach me how to pray while I make love to you Rivers rising rapidly People facing bankruptcy Pollution no thanks to me Capitalistic casualty

"...dining lavishly & at leisure every day on tuna & garlic-honey cheese pate like a Lampsacene eunoukhos..."









D I S C O M E A T


In my mind you’ll find a human kind of star shine sometimes alive When we tried so hard to seem so cool all skippin’ church & flingin’ woo Only time will tell a lie as well as talking heads are spewing hell Even sweet release don’t come as cheap as milk-fed snails & discomeat, as shark-fin soup & discomeat Oh, baby...built with barren bones Come right in & sit, the fire’s lit, the craic is mighty, the fiddle’s fit Oh, baby...endless summer days




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W H E N D I D W E
D O M E S T I C A T E
T H E D I N O S A U R ?

"...you don’t have to surrender the objects of your desire, just surrender your desire for them...the closest two things can be is very, very close, but never touching..."



RISE FROM THE DEAD...
& SO CAN YOU!

...kiss me, my mitochondrial Eve...some sort of burrowing wood wasp is emerging from a stump in our room, turning us inside-out into magical phlegm - there are stars in there!...a hyper-dimensional membrane, my showstone, my lord, we are still in the birth canal who cares how old it is? a belief that the ancient ways are better, this mental explosion shows we still live in a classical age without feeling, in the name of Joe Hill - intoxicate yourselves in some way! you twice-born god! you Dionysius! you, that believes they do not belong in this universe, that they are from a different place...it’s true that your whole concern is to escape the Earth, this iron prison which traps light inside matter, with sharpened elbows & by singing certain songs we extract knowledge from statues, such angelic magicians...it’s the first language of the god-christ that we know of & it’s where the dead people are at...meet me in the membrane, DMTea, tryptofeigning interest as they jump into your chest & you must trap them there! break through the barrier ‘cause to name anything is such a powerful ability




ST A RD RI VE R

hack it & transform it...you don’t have to surrender the objects of your desire, just surrender your desire for them...the closest two things can be is very, very close, but never touching...at play in the endless space of the dream-place, a white hot waking trance cloaked in a vision splitting the curtain between realms while I stand in befuddlement - cattle-oriented with the mind of a tomato. honk if you don’t exist...grand orgies where lunar cultures wore clothes like drugs & everything was perfect...yet the drying of the African continent did not halt...it was hard cheese for witches while the romans ate hummingbird tongues pickled in honey, with stuffed door-mice & milk-fed snails. the connection to the Gaian mind says that this is a mad species, a terminally deranged ape, the soul & spirit of this absurd shaman blowing perfumed water all about...see with eyes that understand & protrude into profane space, you are the landscape - just look! post-sphinx or somewhere deep down there in your third eye hole











draped in goose bones like a silk scarf in evolved water down into the depths, we want to get the mind naked to where the light is too fast & too brilliant for it...I was packed to the gills with becoming a jaguar, the forest is like a dream between wilderness & settled space, only local language can ever really explain things, like...what are flying saucers really doing? at war with the future like a logjam in a river, the Earth’s sun right in my fucking eyes just some punk mercenary based on the revelation of an angel, precious metals grow deep inside the Earth in the domain of the edge-runner, let’s push this baby right off a cliff & be done with it, we need psychedelic democracy ‘cause capitalism is not in our interest, maybe we are suicide machines, let’s bury everybody in a grape-fruit on the backside of the moon, things must get worse before they get better cause we’re being led by jackasses not fit to throw guts to a bear...know your enemy & they probably won’t be your enemy...what have words come to mean? a yawning grave waits to consume you in toothed & exciting new ways!






R E G R E T


Well I shoulda wish I woulda now regret is all I got & I sure do got a lot Yeah I shoulda guess I coulda but my hindsight ain’t that good can’t blame it all on Hollywood Now I gotta pay rent, but my money’s all spent Chasin’ highs - findin’ lows, shovin’ cash up my nose Tellin’ off white lies with bugged-out eyes Such a stupid hobby - teachin’ time how to fly Out the window it goes, down the boulevard it blows Always just outta reach, just beyond tippy-toes I keep chasin’ it down to the bad part of town Wore out the soles of my shoes with them breaking news blues I’m a magician! turning green into white twistin’ wrong into right & day into night & my lovely assistant, once so close - now so distant! ja-da! ta-da! haha! well OoO la-di-da! Well you shoulda & you coulda but there’s no time left to dwell just forgive yourself, buck up & give ‘em hell








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ST A RD RI VE L


dripping in alternate timeline residue, you stink of reptilian leakage as I watch you playing plantation politics while the wheel turns towards unawarewolves gathering at mountain shadows lake & up the hill where the trees moan & laugh at us from the dementia dimension cause it’s more expensive to be poor than it is to be rich I’ll see you when the vulture visits…I took the long way to the hideaway & brought harmony when you wished harm on me, Monoculus…the Astral witch reminded me that no one has ever become poor by giving & that el capitalismo es un culto!







“I want you to hold me," she whispered, exhaling & fitting her body into mine. "You mean the world to me..." as a tear fell from her, dripping down toward our communal heart, within the black-deep of oblong shadows where we are closest. The moon dove into the room & splashed against this strange statue, staining our new form. Amidst the drumming of hell outside this novel shape, we became inseparable & so smooth we even reflected a bit of it...


ugh, gag me with a spoon as my third eye rolls at the very thought…you’ve got a chasm of a character: rich white & clueless pretending to be fluent in mud/rock language, you contradickhead…shut up & listen! into the whispering fog, this primitive atmosphere where I shoot guncoke at corrupt clowns & minuscule men.

D A Y - F O R - N I G H T

I was sensing static in your room the bang was big, but it was nothing like the ‘boom!’ not one dime could buy more time of life beneath this moon so live it up, cause you’ll be leavin’ soon... it’s safe to say you’re lying I assume my mind is ripe & ready to consume all this space cannot erase the gloom that we all line their pockets womb to tomb... grind me down till there’s nothing I can do but trip & fade along your longitude healthy humans left? far too few Your brain is washed & there’s nothing you can do, you fool... my isolated mind is coming loose my baby & me we got the no booze blues a penny for your empty thoughts & prayers won’t change a thing... Hark! The Herald Angel’s Guillotine! fire, ice, day-for-night







ONE STAR OVER ALL





torn from the womb of a wicked goat god then discarded & forgotten for being worthless, the planet spins toward more interesting places & please hurry the overgrowth onto the grandiose graves of puny men because all of our graves eventually go untended, best not remember them a moment more. Always look on the blight side of life…this suffering festival where the fire talked to me & told me to trust & exhale electricity into one of the bad machines while we cross this bone bridge, texting so hopelessly tragically, won’t somebody think of the merchandise! no masters but ourselves…yo no se, pinche guey! drink from the fountain of old age, you socialist witch, my mitochondrial eve inhaling synthetic helium to make me cry rivers where I took enough to meet the devil (the gish galloper!)…you can not kill me in any way that matters…the lovable American redhead & her AI agents let a corporate listening device raise her children… (I’ve always wanted a case manager!) sitting in the waiting room of the health services building reading the great american novel coronavirus I got pophobia listening to god wave waiting to hear my name yelled across a buzzing public address system out into this great American nightmare. 10 things that require zero talent & can I ask that you end your love affair with your lawn? I would weep with happiness into the bosom of god to repair this shattered world where I got ascension syndrome…in the middle of the behinds I asked what it would take tequila mockingbird when I was shown the door as well as the freedom of the medium like god’s gift to himself I could only afford skeleton services who were hesitant to refreeze until I taught them how to fashion new clothes from the pelts of ceos & to torture them for their scream juice. my body is a sleeping bag of sacred geometry where I see through the eyes of the god lantern butterfly.






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THANK GOD THE GLACIERS ARE GONE!






TWIN TOWNS & SISTER CITIES

Twin towns & Sister cities & cousins overseas A golden land of light & love As far as the eye can see Be a dear 'n don't belittle now Be bigger than that Bring the Moon Down to your room 'n toss a coin into It's hat I know what to do To follow what is right I pray for more tomorrows Every night I'm the same as you Blood so emerald blue Hand against my heart I swear it's true Picture a future (if you dare) Where the glaciers haven't drowned The Earth is ripe & green With a billion insects buzzin' 'round Who the hell are you? Get out of my sight! You are nothing special, parasite I was in a dark place Hiding from the light I came home in the morning every night Twin towns & sister cities Brother bunkers not-yet-found Won't someone drag A goddamn broom Across the whole damn town Right now?


HOW YOU GONNA RULE A BURNING PLANET?







(⇩ like this⇩)





a roadside memorial, on it’s side on the side of the road crushing the sad flowers we should really be thanking: for painting grief in such a unique way against the hell of a highway embankment, a dirge of detritus, the sound barrier is on fire as the traffic stops to soak in the surreal scene & allow the screaming red trucks to come shoot water at it. then it will go away. back into the fire place it came from. square one. the realm before birth, where we are fluid - floating spinning & coming apart at the figurative seams. spinning into oblivion, the mad dervish speed freak (at the same time pulling us in & expelling us out into the whatness)...for it is true the void is spoild for choice...







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P A R T N E R S I N T I M E!

R E L O A D T H E W O R L D!

T R A I P S I N G

through a field of tires burning off my MANNEQUIN MASK, marinated in whiskey & searing in the city, sizzling & popping with no trace of what I was before. Losing oneself in an infinite place of new shapes, floating on the vibrations of me ardent soul with Lucifer the light-bringer of 21st century storms...ok, doomer. . . witnessing the internet apocalypse wearing last year's flesh-human- sl ip-cover

!

ABORT UNBORN POLICE

&

R E C L O T H E T H E B O N E S

W I T H

F L E S H

before the peeping dawn

our grandmother of ghosts

will close the open doors of the earth

&

re-clothe the bones with flesh


the exhaustive practice of killing a god

hey, at least it’s only a waning crescent

a happy omen

the satyrnalian king

of

sprown & sprouting seed

of

yesterday’s fires

some poor devil drinking ashes from a bone

since the decline of superstition

artificial giants swim with the soul of the sunken swan one in a vast & expanding, glistening golden casket


&

AN AGE OF STONE

There has everywhere been an age of stone When sorcerers jog the tardy moon While drinking only mead Who live & die by selling wind & Hostile magic seedWitness to the marriage of the trees & to the plants In this frail & failing temple...of fornicating flesh. . . The shadow of a crown Placed with trembling hands Upon a deathless golden godhead In a far-off clouded landForming fables out of fossils& Reading tea leaves in the sand With magicians making mountainsIn the PALMLANDS of my hand

Still so deeply sensitive to the witchery of music Sprung from some higher spherePure outpourings of boundless harmonyKiss me near my ear
The tickling tongue of angels Holding court with ghostly sway Like a lulling, voluptuous death cult Weaving dreams &Whispering gossamer down The makeshift mineshaft of my mind's wrathScything through wraiths&Sacrificing them to whichever celestial body bag they resemble the most…Easy, tiger…. . . The rye wolf is at the door Spilling tea with goat-formed things Who all agree that God is nothing deeper Than the sea







XXI

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O V E R D O S E O N N O S T A L G I A

G r a f f i t i & C o n f e t t i








tanks a million, BATTLEZWAN! busy burning my teeth on a wooden stove, my wing'd muse, my catalystic mystic, down the river & up the ying yang he lived for 70 years inside of a dream apartment 26-story pig farm when the people exude & exert so much power in some discarded part of the world my little baby butterhead projects psychic visions of future: fiery & frozen.........so I left my body & went to the woods, to the wilds, to wineberry bramble...a chippy over here, a chippy over there, the chirping little chip'd monks praying everywhere











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